>>-----Original Message-----
>>From: Wright, Willie L [mailto:Wright.Willie@HQ.NAVY.MIL]
>>Sent: Tuesday, December 28, 1999 2:43 PM
>>To: 'susan @ work'
>>Subject: Pierre, you fighter pilot ...
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>>FYI
>>-----Original Message-----
>>Pierre, you fighter pilot, you!
>>Pierre, a brave French fighter pilot, takes his girlfriend, Marie, out for
>a
>>pleasant little picnic by the River Seine. It's a beautiful day, and love
>>is in the air.
>>Marie leans over to Pierre and says, "Pierre, kiss me!" Pierre grabs a
>>bottle of Merlot and splashes it on Marie's lips. "What are you doing,
>>Pierre?" says the startled Marie. "I am Pierre, the fighter pilot! When I
>>have red meat, I have red wine!" She smiles and they start kissing.
>>Things began to heat up a little and Marie says, "Pierre, kiss me lower."
>>Our hero tears her blouse open, grabs a bottle of Chardonnay and pours it
>on
>>her breasts. "Pierre! What are you doing now?" asks the bewildered Marie.
>>"I am Pierre, the fighter pilot! When I have white meat, I have white
>>wine!"
>>She giggles and they resume their passionate interlude, and things really
>>steam up. Marie leans close to his ear and whispers, "Pierre, kiss me
much
>>lower!" Pierre rips off her underwear, grabs a bottle of Cognac and pours
>>it in her lap. He then strikes a match and lights the cognac on fire.
>>Marie shrieks and dives into the river Seine. Standing waist deep, Marie
>>throws her arms into the air and screams furiously, "PIERRE, WHAT IN THE
>>HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Our 'hero' stands and says defiantly,
"I
>>am Pierre, the fighter pilot!
>>If I go down, I go down in flames!"
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